.Returns on Investments

Kira couldn't stop thinking about Ellie's observation.  If a dollmaker looked critically at photos of impossible dolls, she'd investigate, right?

Whatever happened, there was a chance it had to be better than this cage.

She began suggesting photo opportunities to Corey, the apparently cooperating with him.  Apparently, because her body was much more flexible than his drawn joints could account for. 

Any given photo would probably look acceptable, but anyone scrolling through them would notice a twist of the wrist or a flexed muscle that didn't match.

And even aside from her efforts, her dolling partner wasn't all that precise in placing the joints.  Again, it wouldn't look odd in one photo, but anyone looking at several of them would notice. 

Especially if the doll merchant was looking close in an effort to identify the doll in question.

She was rewarded after only a couple of months. 

That day, Kira wore the harem-girl costume.  Bradley was dressed in a Pink Panther thief's suit (minus the tools that would afford an escape), Meryl sported a Naughty Nun's habit.

Ellie, of course, wore a diaper.

They were playing 200 questions.  Ellie had guessed Bradley's 'third most senior man in charge of the janitorial staff for the Empire State Building.'  She considered her options (animal, mineral, vegetable, song, energy, erogenous zone or period in recorded history) and finally stated:  "Animal."

"Is it Hulk Hogan?" Meryl asked.

"Dammit!" Ellie replied 

"Okay," Meryl said.  "For my turn, it's erogenous zone."

"The back of the eyeball," Bradley guessed.

"That's not an erogenous zone," Kira protested. 

"It is if it's Corey's eyeball, and I can pull it out far enough to see it."  Everyone laughed. 

Ellie rolled onto her back, closed her eyes and reached into her diaper.  "Oh, baby, a socket job.  An empty socket job."

"Wait!" Kira said.  "Do you hear that?"  Someone was moving around upstairs.  It was too soon for Corey to be back from work.

They heard the basement door open.  A voice was in mid-sentence.  "…find the thing.  I'm looking down here."

Small steps descended the basement carefully.  Kira felt conflicting emotions causing her stomach to roil.  Obviously, this was going to change everything.  But for better or worse?

Was this a rescue?  Or just a further descent in misery?

A short, blonde woman finally came into view.  Her eyes took in the scene, paused at each caged figure and smiled in satisfaction.

"You're not surprised," Kira said.

"At living little dollies in Corey's basement?"  She looked around and found the chair.  That was dragged over to the cage.  Climbing on it was the only way she could reach the smaller door in  the lid.  She opened it and sat back down.

"I figured out that there weren't really dolls the first time he showed me the pics."

"The lines!" Kira said happily.  "You saw the lines!  The articulation wasn't right!  I knew you'd figure it out."

"Um, no," the woman said with a shake.  She sat down on the chair.  Short as she was, it put her face next to the shrunken women.  "Frankly, I thought he was photoshopping my clothes onto pics of real women."

"Then what did make you come investigate?" Bradley asked.

"Well, after decades of making clothes for dolls, and years of making sexy clothes for sexy dolls, I've seen just about everything on those clothes. 

"Sperm, snot, saliva," she said with flicks of her fingers.  "Blood, bile, any and all bodily fluids.  Lipstick, lubricant, leather cleaner, grease, greasepaint, candy dust, candied fruit…"

"But there was something different about Corey's laundry?" Meryl asked to stop the recital.

"Oh, yes."  She smiled and scooted a bit closer to the cage.  "Well, people do all sorts of things to make their dolls look alive. Makeup, lighting, special clothes…

"But in all my years, no one's ever doctored up a doll's panties to give them a skidmark."

Meryl's jaw dropped in shocked surprise.  Bradley shrugged.  Kira turned to look down at Ellie.  The tiny one twisted on one foot.

"Well, Corey buys cheap toilet paper.  And that shit's already scratchy on big butts…" she whined.

"Doesn't matter," the new woman said.  "For your comfort, Amy's willing to shrink toilet paper itself down for you guys to use.  Now, come one out."  She gestured.  Bradley jumped up to the lip of the lid and swung herself free.

Kira tossed Ellie up to be caught by the thief and lifted to the top.  Meryl and Kira followed. 

They walked over to the end and jumped down to the table. There they waited as 'Amy' walked over to look down at them.

"Where's Corey?" Ellie asked.

"Drooling in a chair in my basement," Amy replied.  She fumbled something out of her pocket.  "He told us about you and the shrink ray.  Once my partner has that, we'll put Corey down to your size."

Quick as a whip, Amy grabbed the thief and slipped her into a mesh bag.  Bradley tumbled to the bottom, swearing all the way down.  Ellie soon followed.  Meryl fell down when she spun to run.  Amy grabbed her by the ankle and swung her into captivity.

"What are you going to do with us?" Kira asked.  She backed away across the table, looking for some escape.

The giant hand grabbed her around the waist.  With the others secured in the bag, Amy took a moment to fondle Kira's tits.

"Lots," the groper promised with a wicked smile.  She slipped Kira in with the others and drew the drawstring closed.

"I'm going to put a disclaimer on the website. 'Pictures of adult activities performed upon the size altered are photoshopped.  Do not request to meet the teeny tiny models.'  Something like that."

She swung the impotently protesting bag to her shoulder and started climbing the stairs.